This is a real incident that happened to me at the age of 22, when I was studying engineering in Hyderabad. I used to stay with my aunt Anitha who was...33 years old and my uncle Raj who works for a pharmacy company. My aunt is an amazing lady with an hour glass figure and measurements that would make any dick as hard as a ramrod. I was no exception to this and spent many a night shagging in the name of Anitha. She had a voluptuous figure with nice round breasts the size of two huge ripe mangoes. She was breathing in long, deep, happy sighs and she turned her head when we entered the room. Her eyes, no longer glassy, sparkled as they fixed on me, apparently hardly noticing Wendy. I walked to the foot of the bed and stood there with my legs somewhat apart and my arms folded as I tried to assume a pose suggesting a confidence and mastery I was far from feeling. I looked at my acquisition. She was lying on her back with her legs somewhat apart, huge flows of spunk had oozed from her cunt. Moving past his parents, Jason got down on one knee in front of Colleen and clutched her hands, warming them against the chilly air. They were both silent, Colleen with her smile but Jason with a look of guilty despair. Christi and their parents watched as Jason leaned forward and hugged her his sister, holding her tightly with his head in her lap. While she stroked his hair, he silently cried in guilt and self-loathing. Being with her again after causing so much harm to her and countless. She has a need to help her husband hold on to Cynthia as a client, and I get the strong impression that she would be willing to do what's necessary to achieve her goal. Fortunately for her, I'm not the kind of guy that would take advantage of her circumstance. She happens to be married, and even if I wasn't opposed to fucking other men's wives, I'm fully committed to Cynthia."Wanda choked on her salad; at least she put on a good show. I'm not sure if she was astounded to find out that I didn't.